Page 81 of Luck Be Mine
“Frank will be talking to us about public lewdness if we strip out here. Besides, I’m guessing we’ll both be asleep rolled up together after.” She stood, shivering as his warm palm moved over her back and off her skin. “Let’s go.”
Inside the front door, she waited while Hunt locked his truck, dropped his bag on the sofa, checked the security system, and subdued the only light on.
“Food?”
“No. You.” He held out a hand.
Absences left a distance between them, but if they kept moving and put easy routines in place, they would manage at some point to reconnect.
The nightlights in the two plugins lit the way, and she’d left the bedside reading lamp aglow in their room.
Hunt stopped in the doorway and checked out the changes. “New lamps?”
“Yeah, they came yesterday.” These were simple arcs of silver metal with white shades – benign and functional yet blending with the blue and white design of the room. She stepped to the bed and kicked off her shoes. Taking the lamp remote, she adjusted the high light to the low glow. “I’m not in the mood for a spotlight.”
Hunt grinned. “You read my mind.” He sat on the side of the bed to take off his shoes and socks, an act she’d watch him do many, many times, yet the movements caused a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. If one counted all the time Hunt was gone, they were practically still honeymooning.
“Cait, come here.” Hunt held out a hand again. “You’re spinning.”
She scurried to him, desperate to get past her brush with nerves. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips. “I’m glad you’re home.”
She bit back the need to say more. Details of his operational life could help her advise him, help her see where he was headed. But she’d promised to leave the future in his hands, and it chafed. Leaning in, she kissed him, trying to get the thrill of homecoming back.
Spark.
It was always there.
Hunt didn’t let her lead or wallow. He lay back and pulled her on top of him. She liked being against his skin and sighed, but he wasn’t naked enough. She rose and released his belt buckle, coaxing him out of his jeans.
Her clothes hit the floor alongside his. “This is much better.”
He avidly studied her naked form, the spark in his eyes intoxicating. He tugged on her hand, and she fell on top of him again.
He removed the hair tie from her hair and stroked his fingers through the long tresses. “I love your hair.”
She could have done her own touching, but she stared, enamored with the molten expression in his green eyes and the gentleness of the sweet kiss he pressed to her mouth.
“Mine,” he whispered.
‘Always,” she promised. Heart skipping into a rapid beat, she melted.
Sensing her surrender, he feasted on her mouth and skin and breasts. He settled to an excruciatingly slow pace tasting every inch. He cradled her on the bed, in exactly the right position to protect her long-ago damaged shoulder, and used his mouth and tongue to seduce, causing a slow burn across her senses. Using his strength, he lifted them to sitting and helped her settle across his lap. His mouth skimmed her neck, slid along her collarbone, and kissed her nipples.
Cait grabbed a wispy breath. He continued along her side, warm mouth pausing at each curve while his fingers traced over her hip and to her exposed core, causing a riot she did not try to quell.
“Teasing is not nice, Hunter.” She leaned and nipped at his ear and roamed her eager hands over his muscled shoulders and down his arms. She usually examined him for scratches and bruises so she could kiss them all, but she skipped the routine tonight. He was on a mission to reduce her to a puddle of heat, and all she could do was bask in the attention. He groaned as she tasted the dip in his collar bone but kept his lower body away from where she expected him.
“Not teasing. Enjoying. Been thinking about this for days.”
She skimmed his nipples with her fingers, pleased when he groped to stop her. “You’re not supposed to focus on family when you’re in the field,” she whispered.
“I did anyway.” He lapsed into silence and amped up the seduction. He lay back and, with intense concentration, rubbed and shaped her breasts. She fell in love with his hands on her body all over again. His mouth could coax out secrets and sins. She tucked her legs against his sides and wiggled until his hardness was pressed against her, assuaging the ache, but stirring a hot need.
Leaning to him, she sighed into his kiss. She bit his lower lip, then coaxed his tongue to play. He met hers with a thrust ofurgency layered with skill. With her on top, his hands had full access to claim any part he wanted. His fingers settled between her legs, rubbing the tender flesh before he slipped inside her.
Slow, intense heat built until he made her beg for a faster rhythm, only he stayed with a slow, steady beat, making every part of her tingle and burn. “I want under you, Hunt.”
He put action to her request. He rolled on their king size bed without separating from her. His weight settled on her. His hard thrusts connected them deep inside her soul.
